"I would n't worry about going back to Aunt Jane's," he said brightly. "You may be sure I shan't let her monopolize my little Polly. Now, run along and get on your hat and coat, for the air is growing cool. We'll have a nice spin up to Warringford, and you'll sleep all the better for it."
Polly skipped away smiling, but presently was down in the office, —without her wraps.
"The children feel so bad to have me go," she said soberly, "I guess I'd better stay with them—seeing it's the last night." Her lip quivered.
"Selfish little pigs!" returned the Doctor. "They are n't willing anybody else shall have a taste of you."
Polly laughed. "Well, they want me to tell them a story, so I'd better, don't you think?"
"I suppose it's kinder to them than to go for a joy ride; but it's hard on me."
Dr. Dudley assumed a scowl of disapproval.
The child hesitated. "You know I'd rather go with you," she said sweetly; "but they—"
"I understand all about it, brave little woman," throwing an arm around the slender shoulders, "and I won't make it any harder for you. Go and tell your story, and let it be a merry one. Remember, that's the Doctor's order! Good-night."
Polly threw him a kiss from the doorway, and then he heard her light footfalls on the stairs.